had to leave her?

"Never speak to me, nor see my face again. You have disgraced yourself
and me."

It was not so long a letter but that she could easily remember it.

Afterward, the president himself had written again to her. He thought he
had been too hasty. It was truly only a boy's prank. It was, of course,
ungentlemanly, but the trick was played on All-Fool's Night, and that
should have had greater weight than it did. The faculty were willing,
after proper apologies were made, to excuse it, and take her brother
back.

Where was her brother? He could not be found, and not one word had she
heard of him since she sent that dreadful letter. He might be dead. Oh,
how often she thought that! Now she wrung her hands and covered her wet
cheeks with them. Her hair fell about her shoulders, as she shook in her
agony of remorse.

* * * * * * *

What noise is this? the door-bell pealing through the silent house.
Again and again it rings.

She did not hear this bell. She was listening to another, and how it
rang! Louder and louder, how it rang, and well it might, with a calf
jumping about, trying to get away from it. Even in all her misery - so
near together are the ecstasies of emotion - she laughed aloud and then
shuddered at the thought that she should never again hear any noise